Laaaaaammmmee.

Okay, so I'm officially going to be twenty years old in....nine days. What am I doing for my birthday, you ask? I have a show....ha! Go figure. Did I do anything for New Years? Yes. I layed on my couch with gatorade, my dog, and my parents watching random tv because I had the stomach flu. Did I do anything spectacular for Christmas? Oh yes. Spent it in a hotel room in a city I don't even like because my mom was on call. Will I be doing anything for Valentines day? OF COURSE NOT. Why, you ask? Because I'm SINGLE. And it looks like I'll be that way for quite some time. I mean...there was Dylan....who has a personal problem which would make him pretty much inept at having any sort of a good relationship for at LEAST a couple of months. So...I'm stuck. Again. I kind of give up -- can't we just skip ahead to, say, MARCH? Monica and I are making a much-needed road trip to Atlanta over spring break. It's not my first choice of someplace to go, but she really wants to and I suppose it would be an okay opportunity to meet my brothers. 

On that note, I do have a show in a week....Cosi Fan Tutte...or, at least, the finale from the opera. It'll be really good, I'm super nervous, and I'm sure I'll mess up at some point. HOPEFULLY not the same place I've been messing up. Stupid Italian words are driving me UP THE DAMN WALL. *sigh*

I've mad a notation. Er, a realization, if you will. --- I only write in this thing when I'm frustrated, annoyed, angry, etc. Probably because that's the only time I find any inspiration to write....when I need to get something off of my chest. I'm sure it's fantastically lovely for you all to read, but I hope I make it sarcastic enough to get some laughs out of you. Maybe. Hopefully. Godspeed.

I'm sitting on my couch, in my living room, at my house, looking into the kitchen at the window above the sink and I notice a spider web in between the glass and the storm window. I swear that same spider web has been there for as long as I can remember. I see it every single time the sun shines in that window. It's in no particular order, no particular design....but it's just....there. Shining for the world to see, making our windows look dirtier than the usual filth. Doesn't help it's against the blue background of the garage. Such a strangely built house, this is. So many doors, so many walls, no backyard, white trim, brown porch, glued shut mail slot, and stainglass  picture windows. Whoever designed this place couldn't make up their mind about what they were going for. Mom says I picked this place, but I disagree. I said it was okay, but I wasn't in love with it. Oh well....six years later, it's too late to complain. I can't wait for them to move, though. It will be easier on everyone I think. 

Anyways, I'm about to hop in the shower for a night of photoshoots with Manda. We're either getting cute and taking pictures, or putting on sweats and taking pictures...either way...it'll be wicked fun. Then tomorrow, back to Lawrence, back to loneliness, and back to rehearsal.